The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Dean Portman- Team USA

-y/n pov-

i was playing hockey in adams driveway with adam when charlie and the team came by.

"you guys wanna play real hockey?"

"yes" me and adam said in unison.

-time skip to where they are meeting the recruits-

i put my gear on and skated out to the ice where the rest of the ducks were. i saw some of the recruits, but one caught my eye. i didn't notice i was staring, till connie tapped me on the shoulder. "what are you staring at y/n?"

"huh?" damn it, "i wasnt staring i was watching the recruits" i lied, and connie most definetly knew, "okayyyyy, if you say so, but i think you were checking one of them out" it was the enforcer, dean portman. he was a hottie. but he wouldn't notice me, he's gotta have a girlfriend back where ever he's from.

-deans pov-

i skated out on the ice with my music blaring, and i noticed this girl right away. she looked cute and smart and she played hockey. my oh my, i have to get her name. we played scrimmage for abit and just from that little game, i knew that she was one hella good hockey player. then, coach tied us all together and i was behind her.

"okay your a team, now skate together" coach said, all of us trying to go different ways, we ended up falling down and i fell right on top of her, and her eyes, her y/e/c eyes.

-y/ns pov-

he fell right on top of me and all i could do was stare at his eyes, and i could tell he was staring at mine. "i'm y/n" i whispered so he could hear, but not loud enough for the other to hear.

he got off of me and gave me his hand to help me up. "i'm dean" we both smiled and looked back at coach, hoping nobody noticed our little interaction, but connie had seen and she would never let me live it down.

-time skip to a game-

-y/ns pov-

we were 10-1 in our game today in the second period. i had the puck and i was skating down the ice when a guy checked me out of nowhere and i had knocked the wind out of myself. dean seeing this happen went after him hard, and got kicked from the game. dean, the guy i had met a week ago and talked to everyday, cared about me enough to go after the guy. my dean did that for me.